~ Kaisee ~
"Why do your eyes carry the emotion of hundreds of people in one?"
"Compared to you, I've not suffered for a minute."
"Could it be because you suffer along with people?" He questioned, "Because you have the ability to feel the feelings that others feel."
"M–maybe?"
"Think about that, it's something you should know about yourself. The only reason I just wasn't able to tell you the whole story is because I wasn't ready to do it again after last time. I should've looked at your eyes better, everything is clearest in someone's eyes."
Jungkook turned his car into a parking lot, I asked him what I'd been meaning to ask, "I don't know if it's too early for you to share it with me, but can you explain your... parent's whole story and, how everything happened, in more detail...?"
"Ah... I told you Kai, I'm not really good at—"
"Bullshit, you said you feel comfortable talking to me? Talk to me more. Whether you like it or not, you need to talk about it."
"Its a long story."
"I have a lot of time. Would you like to come up to my apartment?"
"Why not?"
Jungkook parked the car and we ran through the rain and up the stairs, I fumbled around in the pockets for my keys and unlocked the door, "Sit on the couch." I told him. He moved the small, teal, journal over and sat down.
"What's this?" He asked.
"A long story."
"You want food or something?"
"Do you have seaweed chips?"
"Yeah," I reached into a cupboard and tossed him a pack of chips.
"Thanks." He answered. I pulled up a chair across from him.
"Now talk."
Jungkook shoved some chips in his mouth. "There's a lot of parts to the story. We can start at the very start. My parents got married very young, It was a strangely compulsive thing... considered legal by the barest of standards. They got married because... my mom got pregnant with my brother. So it was wedlock."
"Strange thing to say but... me too."
"Your parents got married after your mom got pregnant?"
"Uh no, it never got to the marriage part."
"Oh.... should I continue..?"
"Yes please"
"When my dad got out of college, he had nothing. All three of them really did. My dad, my mom, and my brother, who was two. All my mom had her average financing job, and that was enough for an average life for them. Dad was desperate to do something to help her, big-time. With the small amounts of money he could spare from his jobs, he started the company. And he got lucky.... really lucky. I don't know the details. Within months, any signs of their previous poverty were gone. After two years, my mom was able to quit her job, my brother went off to elementary school, and I was born."
"I see.........."
"Well then it went as most divorces go. Fights, yelling, profane conversation late at night and less and less happiness together. She'd always claimed that he didn't care for the family anymore. And he said that she was useless. She told him about how she had basically made the money that allowed the company to start. And that was the last day, the last straw. Papers were signed, and the last civil conversation my parents had discussed custody. I'd live with her, my brother would stay with my dad. And they never spoke again."
